Komagane Pass, File #K-0821-B as recorded by Operative “Brine” (deceased) They told me the village was dead. Not in the metaphorical sense not “dwindling” or “lost to time.” No. Dead. Charred bones in burned beds. Windows shattered outward. Not a single roof unbroken. They sent me anyway. Komagane Pass sits high enough that clouds crawl along the ground like ghosts trying to remember the path home.